No, not the nanny… They’re MINE.

Kids-and-IValerie Grajeda Rountree,
San Jose, CA.

I grew up not speaking Spanish in a very Mexican neighborhood. My mother sent me to schools out of my area to prevent me getting involved with the local gang population. I grew up with other nationalities and met my future husband in high school. He is white. Our children were very fair when they were toddlers and at one of the parks we used to frequent, I was always getting asked if they were mine. Hispanic nannies were predominant in this area. When I assured the questioner they were mine and I had birthed them not adopted them, they always had the same response. They don’t look like you at all…

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